Shifting and moving Light, shaping cells of being Waves alternating People, communing Bound by the weak current, a Valence of vision Questions that shape us Our joyful spaces, the life We create and love Brought to our sorrows The Affirmation of pain Each day, by vision Make each second real We […]Read more "Vision"
The warm summer nights Beneath the flashing awning Crowds, lines of moviegoers The sweaty hustle Street people making music Making money, play Children panhandling Strutting through traffic, laughing Birds, bright and feathered Chirp, sing, beat their wings Proud of their art and talking Politics and coffee Reading and writing Literature and […]Read more "Uptown (1987)"
Observation There was lightning, and the bright crack of thunder. At 2:00 am, my cat came to sleep under arm, Rain was fall hard against the house, against my windows. Thunder rolling across the city, otherwise dark and quiet. The news was of a shooting in Las Vegas. A man with an automatic rifle […]Read more "Observation – October 2nd, 2017, Monday"
An ocean of tears Shed in sorrow and silence Voiceless agony Angel, have mercy Sing, wash me in your echo Your cleansing music The withering world The divine presence binds me I will not perish Free me from myself Intoxicated by light Memories of love Calm me with reason Soak me […]Read more "Melancholia"
It was an image out of time A man walking with telephone in hand The long handset at his right ear The bulky base hanging from his fingers At his waist, the curling cord Like a bandolier across his chest A long cable trailing along the floor A slender, flat worm, fixed to the wall […]Read more "Attached to a Phone Cord"
Cult The world is full of rage and violence Children of the first world sleep, and dream Lazily, as untroubled as the lotus eaters, lost Victims slumbering like Circe’s swine, fat Fed and herded by their glowing screens In quiet anonymity, to the digital slaughter The abandon of youth, bucolic and confused They […]Read more "Cult"
Reflections in a broken mirror Life’s jagged contours, conforming In the pale and faded mirror A thousand pieces of me In a thousand pieces of glass A million specs of silver…dust Look there I am smaller than a splinter I have known beauty I washed in her pools I drank from her cup […]Read more "Broken"